He's a Mess!

(This poem could be sung to the melody of Cole Porter's song "You're the Top" from ANYTHING GOES.)

 

The fear's gigantic;

I'm getting frantic.

Although it MIGHT make some folks squirm,

My thoughts about this are really firm:

There can't be a second term.

It's worth repeating;

I'm not retreating,

For I know there's a lot at stake.

And if my ramble

Is worth the gamble,

I can't help saying

Which choice I'd make.

 

He's a mess.

He's a real loser.

He's a mess.

He's a sunken cruiser.

He's a song that goes on and on; who knows how long?

He's a rotten apple,

A rusty scapple,

A deal gone wrong.

 

He's a car

That has lost its power.

He's a jar

Full of food that's sour.

He's a popped balloon, a sick cartoon, and yes,

You can't help but see how truly

He's a mess!

 

He's a mess.

He is Batman's Joker.

He's a grade--

Worse than mediocre.

He's a cloudy day that's so cold and gray in spring.

He is Putin's BFF,

Hannibal Lecter's chef,

A ding-a-ling!

 

He's the score

Of the team that's losing.

He's a joke

That is not amusing.

So much separates the candidates. I'll stress:

I would NEVER vote for Trump 'cause

He's a mess!

-by Bob B (10-19-24)